Post by Assassin Witch on Feb 14, 2005 18:15:55 GMT -5
A few times a year, things would become peaceful: Halloween, New Years, and Valentine’s Day. Since Halloween, or All Hallows Eve, was such a sacred holiday for magic, it was the day were we could all relax and practice magic for ourselves, to see how much we’ve grown. December 31- January 1 was peaceful in the way that magic was left alone, for business purposes at least. Parties would be rockin’ and high, and people got drunk and reflected on the past year, and hope for the following to be better. Unfortunately, it never was. Valentine’s Day was a day for love. Everybody loves; at least I’d like to think that. Demons are with their loved ones, as are warlocks, witches, and the rest of the growing population. One day out of the year to just sit alone with your love and keep it in mind to last the rest of the dreadful year.
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Valentine’s Day sucks! It’s plain and simple. You try to make it so romantic just because she wants it to be. You spend so much time and thought into it. At least the guys, who care, do. So, that’s what I did. This would be our first official Valentine’s Day as a couple, since last year, we were just a secret.
I decided to have it at home, the Manor. And I figured, the best thing to do was just have a nice, romantic dinner…just the two of us, in peace.
Before Mom died, she taught me a few things about cooking. I’ve never cooked for anyone before. After she died, I would always think about her when actually cooking something. Tonight, though, I was going to cook for Bianca, because she means that much to me.
I woke up at eight o’clock in the morning, ready to make this year a good Valentine’s Day. First thing’s first, though. I went into the bathroom to shower and wash up. Being nice and clear, check. After my morning wake-up routine, I put on blue jeans and a black t-shirt, ready to start off the day.
I walked into the kitchen and made myself some eggs and toast, something to start me off right. As I ate, I opened up my mother’s cookbook. Thankfully, I got through breakfast with only a few tears.
Once I had checked over my meal plan, I started a list on ingredients to buy from the grocery market. No, I wasn’t planning this at the last moment. I just wanted everything to be fresh and it would give me something to do for the day.
Sighing, I grabbed the list and my car keys, and then headed out of the house. On the drive, things were actually looking peaceful, at least more then usual. His spies were still up, floating around, but not as many. I’d have to remember that. I’m positive other people noticed, too, so I wouldn’t be surprised if anyone came by the Manor.
For the next hour, I went from this store, to that, buying the necessary, and some unnecessary, materials for the dinner and night of February 14, 2026.
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Valentine’s Day sucks! It’s plain and simple. You try to make it so romantic just because she wants it to be. You spend so much time and thought into it. At least the guys, who care, do. So, that’s what I did. This would be our first official Valentine’s Day as a couple, since last year, we were just a secret.
I decided to have it at home, the Manor. And I figured, the best thing to do was just have a nice, romantic dinner…just the two of us, in peace.
Before Mom died, she taught me a few things about cooking. I’ve never cooked for anyone before. After she died, I would always think about her when actually cooking something. Tonight, though, I was going to cook for Bianca, because she means that much to me.
I woke up at eight o’clock in the morning, ready to make this year a good Valentine’s Day. First thing’s first, though. I went into the bathroom to shower and wash up. Being nice and clear, check. After my morning wake-up routine, I put on blue jeans and a black t-shirt, ready to start off the day.
I walked into the kitchen and made myself some eggs and toast, something to start me off right. As I ate, I opened up my mother’s cookbook. Thankfully, I got through breakfast with only a few tears.
Once I had checked over my meal plan, I started a list on ingredients to buy from the grocery market. No, I wasn’t planning this at the last moment. I just wanted everything to be fresh and it would give me something to do for the day.
Sighing, I grabbed the list and my car keys, and then headed out of the house. On the drive, things were actually looking peaceful, at least more then usual. His spies were still up, floating around, but not as many. I’d have to remember that. I’m positive other people noticed, too, so I wouldn’t be surprised if anyone came by the Manor.
For the next hour, I went from this store, to that, buying the necessary, and some unnecessary, materials for the dinner and night of February 14, 2026.